Free Madeleine Strays: A Wife-Watching Romance by Max Sebastian Page A

a single date, considering what happened on her first date. His jealousy flickered on, growing intense as he watched her speak of her date’s clever little business start-ups, which he seemed to get going only to sell off once he started getting bored. Was he the same with women—lacking long-term commitment? Somehow that made Hugo feel easier about this.
    He leaned forward to kiss her now, tasting the faint hint of himself on her lips, which made him wonder whether he would handle kissing these beautifully soft lips once they’d stretched around another man’s cock.
    Their tongues tangoed, Madeleine really exploring his kiss—still comparing him to her date, perhaps.
    “Does he often date married women?” he asked, urging her up now.
    “I was his first.”
    He peeled her panties down over the sweet roundness of her peachy behind, and supporting herself on the back of the couch, pushing out her butt, she allowed her underwear to fall to the ground, leaving her naked other than her high-heeled shoes.
    “You told him I approved of this date?”
    “No,” she said.
    He caressed her back, kissed her shoulder, in awe at the effect her curves had on him. She turned to kiss him again, standing, her back to his chest so that his hands could sweep over her breasts, and down her stomach to her mound.
    He couldn’t help but let out a little gasp as his fingers brushed over her smooth pussy. Reminded that she had shaved her sex completely, for the first time while she’d been with Hugo. Shaved for her date.
    She was seriously wet. Hugo found that his mouth was watering.
    “I guess he found it quite fascinating that I was stepping out on my marriage,” she said, turning, following his prompt to perch on the back of the sofa.
    He kissed her breast, sucked in one of her bullet-like nipples.
    “I didn’t tell him that you wanted me to date him,” she said, a broad smile breaking out on her face as her husband sank to his knees, his face hovering between her thighs, appreciating the perfection of her hairless sex. “But I didn’t lie, either.”
    “Selective editing,” he smiled, and closed his eyes as he inhaled her darkly thrilling scent.
    “I told him we have a passionate relationship, that I’ve never stopped being madly in love with you, that nothing would ever threaten that,” she said, then moaned as he licked her wet groove, slowly coursing the tip up her sweet valley up to her clit.
    “He was okay about that?”
    “Oh, yes. He’s not looking for a relationship. I told him I was only after a little fun—you know, that I had the urge to feel the thrill of dating again after so many years. He seemed of similar mind—he’s not married, but he’s not aiming to settle with anyone.”
    She moaned as he held her hips, fluttered his tongue lightly over her clit, loving the feeling of her smooth shaven pussy against his face, the aroma of her arousal, the tangy flavor of her nectar.
    “Oh God…”
    He prompted her: “So when dinner was done…”
    She drew in her breath as he penetrated her with a stiffened tongue, pushing his face into her, delving as deeply as he could in her succulent womanhood.
    “We went to a bar a few streets over,” she panted as he fucked her with his face, one hand on his head. “I didn’t see what it was called—it was one of those places that’s just a door on a street, secret, for people in the know only.”
    Her whole body was heaving as he now lapped at her folds, stroking her with his tongue, moaning gently to stir her with the vibrations of his voice as he sampled her syrup.
    Thinking that perhaps some time soon, another man would be enjoying this sweet pussy, Hugo tickled his own jealousy to add that frisson of spice into the powerful lust he felt for his wife.
    “You had a few drinks at this place?” he asked her.
    “Oh fuck that feels amazing,” she breathed. Then she said: “For a while. I guess I felt pretty comfortable with him.”
    “And I bet he was quite